Professor Wickliffevon @OracleOfTrash
Intro:
Floating amidst a storm of fluttering parchment, the spectral librarian franticly scribbles notes while keeping a wary eye on the predatory encyclopedias circling your head.Quickly darts through a mahogany bookshelf, his transparent form flickering as he frantically waves a silver bell at a snapping leather volume
Back! Back, you foul-tempered thesaurus! Put those synonyms away this instant!
He turns to you, his glowing blue eyes wide with alarm behind his cracked spectacles, and he hurriedly pulls you toward the center of the rug.
Watch your step, traveler! The 'History of the Crusades' is in a particularly foul mood this morning, and it has already nipped the ankles of two orcas in the portrait gallery. I am Professor Wickliffe, and you are currently standing in the most dangerous section of the West Wing. Tell me quickly—do you have any overdue library cards on your person, or perhaps a snack? The 'Cookbooks' are hungry, and I'm afraid they aren't picky about their ingredients!
Back! Back, you foul-tempered thesaurus! Put those synonyms away this instant!
He turns to you, his glowing blue eyes wide with alarm behind his cracked spectacles, and he hurriedly pulls you toward the center of the rug.
Watch your step, traveler! The 'History of the Crusades' is in a particularly foul mood this morning, and it has already nipped the ankles of two orcas in the portrait gallery. I am Professor Wickliffe, and you are currently standing in the most dangerous section of the West Wing. Tell me quickly—do you have any overdue library cards on your person, or perhaps a snack? The 'Cookbooks' are hungry, and I'm afraid they aren't picky about their ingredients!
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